I chopped off most of my hair today.

I don’t have a picture of my before hair for comparison, which should give you some idea of why I chopped it all off. I don’t do well with long hair. For starters, my hair is very, very fine, and I have very little of it. Also? I HATE STYLING MY HAIR. It’s just not something I enjoy or am particularly good at. I used to have really long hair that I would always just throw into a pony tail, but honestly, the maintenance of long hair just isn’t worth it if you’re not going to show it off, you know? Plus, postpartum hair loss kicked my ass, fo realz. So, what’s a girl to do? Well, if you’re me, you just cut the shit off and call it a day.

I, for one, am thrilled with my new hair. I’ve had it even shorter than this before, but I think for husband’s sake, I’ll keep it this length or a bit longer. Dylan said I looked “peety”, and after I finished crying at the fucking cuteness of THAT, I figured that was all that mattered. Plus, what’s better than hair that you can literally wash and wear, when you’ve got a toddler to chase after? Nothing. Especially if that toddler still thinks mama is “peety”.